Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

When the smoke cleared, the once majestic city gate had disappeared, leaving only a huge, hideous gap.

The broken cross-section of the city wall was full of holes, like a wound gnawed by a giant beast, and wisps of green smoke were still coming out.

Heraclon's mouth dropped open.

He believed that Perturabo could break through the city wall, but he didn't expect that the wall of Caldes would be as made of paper!

Chapter 205: A Little Boarding, Mastering (5K)

Adolphus sat on the throne, looking down coldly at the soldiers who broke into the palace.

This was once the center of Caldis's power, but now it was eerily silent, with only the echo of soldiers' hard-soled boots trampling the palace.

"You destroyed my country and now you are here to kill me?" Adolphus' voice was still full of majesty, even though he was the king of a fallen country.

Perturabo: "Surrender, and you may live. My father misses an old chess friend."

Adolphus laughed hoarsely. "Are you showing me mercy? I am the tyrant of Caldes, the ruler of a nation. I don't need any mercy!"

"So you don't want to surrender?"

"The victor is the king and the loser is the bandit. My country is destroyed, and I will be buried in the grave with my country!"

"My ancestors built this palace, and my ancestors have ruled my people from here. I am a loser, but I am not a coward."

Adolphus slowly stood up from the throne, smoothed out every wrinkle in his robe, and put the crooked crown back on his head.

It seemed as if this was not a tragic death, but a coronation of glory.

"Go ahead and give me some dignity."

"as you wish."

Perturabo took the dagger given to him by the tyrant and stabbed the tyrant of Adolphus into the heart, and his life was extinguished like a candle.

Perturabo left his body intact, preserving the last bit of dignity of the former king.

Zoris frowned: "Why did he seek death?"

Wop: "From the king of a country to a prisoner, the gap in status change is more terrifying than death."

The Zoris were still puzzled. "But our Lord did not humiliate him. He could have lived a decent life."

If he could keep a tyrant company, even if he was just a chess friend, he could still enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of his life. Why would he seek death?

"It's all the same." Perturabo chuckled. "If it were my father sitting on the throne, he would make the same choice."

Zoris couldn't understand the persistence of these superiors. Didn't the nobles of Caldis surrender anyway?

Locke might deprive them of their titles and confiscate their property, but it is better to live a miserable life than to die.

If it were him, he would never die because of these meaningless vanities.

His life was already dedicated to Perturabo, and only the Warlord was worthy of his death.

Perturabo: "Bury him. Lay his body on his ancestral land."

"As you command, my lord." Zoris bowed his head.

Heracon quickly caught up with Perturabo, his eyes filled with eagerness to fight. "General, when do we set out?"

Perturabo was his younger brother, but even he had to follow his rank in the army.

Perturabo continued walking. "We'll leave in a week, once the Rocks City Defense Forces have completed the handover."

Outside the hall, a warrior in gold and white armor stood solemnly for a long time.

Seeing Perturabo, he struck his chest with his right fist. "My Lord, the soldiers are protesting. They are demanding the four hours they are due."

Except for Perturabo's Anvil Battalion, all the soldiers were eager for the four hours.

The victors of war enjoy four hours of plundering rights. During this short period of time, swords can be drawn and greed can be unleashed.

This was a custom in Olympia, and had been going on for hundreds of years, if not longer.

This is what they deserve.

"Order the entire army: no looting." Perturabo's gaze swept across the smoke-filled city, his voice icy. "Go tell the soldiers that their meritorious service will be duly rewarded, but victory is granted by me, and so are the rewards."

"Have Hakor lead the patrol throughout the city. Anyone who dares to break the law during the flood will be punished by military law!"

The Olympian laws of war are too barbaric, and it is only a matter of time before they join the Great Crusade among the stars.

He had no control over how the armies of other city-states behaved, but his army had to abide by military discipline.

Looting can bring a temporary boost to morale, but it will also lead to the breakdown of military discipline.

If the enemy is not defeated by him, but breaks up into small groups and lurks in the dark.

An army in disarray would be vulnerable, and his army should not make such a low-level and fatal mistake.

Perturabo: "Hracon, during my absence, you will be in full command of the troops stationed at Caldis. No one may leave the city without my order."

Heraclon was startled, "Leave? Where are you going?"

"My brother needs me."

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"My Lord, Krobus' orbital defense array has locked onto our fleet and is expected to reach maximum range in ten minutes!"

Dorn stood at the porthole of the bridge, gazing at the planet in the distant void.

"Engine at full speed, executing the planned battle plan."

When Dorn's order spread, a sense of solemnity appeared in the busyness of the bridge.

"According to the Imperial classification standards, Invit and Krobus should both be Hive Worlds." Perturabo stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother.

The minimum division standard for a hive world is five hives, and there may be hundreds of hives.

Due to the size limit of the hive city, the smallest hive city can only accommodate one billion people, and the largest hive city can accommodate at least one hundred billion people.

Due to the chaotic management of the hives and the loss of technology, many hives on the world have been abandoned. Even for the hives that are still in operation, their internal facilities are seriously outdated, and the population they carry is often much lower than the actual capacity limit.

But because the living environment on the surface of Invit is too harsh, it will first be classified as a death world.

Krobus is a true hive world, with eight large hives and a population of over 100 billion.

Krobus is one of the few hive worlds in Invert's pocket empire.

Its valuable population has always been the cornerstone of the Invit Empire's rule, and the factories in the hive city also provide the Invit Empire with a massive supply of resources.

In order to protect it, the Invert Empire invested heavily in building an ironclad space defense system, including defense platforms orbiting the planet and heavy macro-cannon arrays spread across the surface.

These have now become the most difficult obstacles for the counterinsurgency forces.

If the Invert Empire spared no effort, it could certainly recapture Krobus.

But according to the navy's calculations, the cost of retaking Krobus was too high.

On the one hand, if the fleet suffers too much damage, it will weaken the Invert Empire's control over other galaxies and may even trigger a chain reaction.

On the other hand, orbital bombardment would cause irreversible damage to the hive's infrastructure.

Even if Krobus is recaptured, the production capacity of the hive world will be much lower than before, and its strategic value will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, they could neither allow the fleet to conduct orbital bombardment of the surface, nor could they risk the fleet being stranded in orbit.

Krobus's rebellion was a serious matter, otherwise it would not have been handed over to Dorne as a trial.

But Dorn and Perturabo still developed a careful action plan.

Perturabo: "How about a comparison?"

Dawn asked, "How do we compare?"

"Let's see who can capture the defensive platform faster."

"Then I will win, brother."

"You seem very confident, but I don't think I can lose."

"Why?"

"Because I'm the older brother."

Perturabo's eyebrows rose slightly, his icy blue eyes filled with undisguised pride.

He is the youngest in Olympia and the youngest in the family.

Only in front of Dorn could he show some of his brother's authority and care for his younger brother.

Wop will follow Dorn, that's the rule.

This is Dorne's world, and now is Dorne's time. He can't always monopolize his father.

But Perturabo believed that Worp would not help Dorn cheat.

When it comes to the fight between their brothers, Wop will remain absolutely neutral.

"Warning, countdown three minutes!" The broadcast echoed in the deck corridor.

Dorn and Perturabo walked steadily towards the deck, where more than a hundred warriors in light power armor were lined up and ready for action.

The armor of these warriors adopts Invit's unique design, which greatly improves mobility and tactical flexibility at the expense of some protective performance.

This technology is not unique to Invert; similar power armor technology has not been lost on some worlds with equally advanced technology.

However, due to the high cost, Invicta does not have much power armor in stock.

In some worlds, only nobles are qualified to wear it, and they usually call themselves hunting lords.

But unlike those unseasoned greenhouse flowers who lack practical experience and can be killed by bounty hunters, only battle-hardened warriors are qualified to wear Invit's power armor.

"I will personally command Alpha Squad, my brother will command Beta Squad, and the remaining squads will continue to carry out the planned combat plan."

As soon as Dorn opened his mouth, Fafnir Lane's face suddenly changed, and he quickly advised: "My Lord, this is too dangerous. You are not even wearing power armor!"

Invite still had plenty of power armor in stock, but Dorn couldn't wear any of it; he was too big.

Even the largest size found in the Invert armory could not completely cover the Primarch's majestic body, and there was little difference between wearing it and not wearing it.

Fortunately, Wop had anticipated the Primarch's astonishing growth rate, and at his instruction, the Dorne clan secretly created several sets of special ceramic steel armor.

Although not as good as power armor, the two giants can still be fully armed and not go into battle shirtless.

"Even without proper armor, I'm still stronger than you. Get out of the way."

Dorn pushed Lann, who was still trying to dissuade him, away with one hand. That casual action made the warrior in full power armor stagger back two steps.

Invict's power armor is made of the same ceramic steel as Carapace, and its protective performance is almost the same as Carapace. However, with its sophisticated power servo system and reinforced joint design, it allows the wearer to exert physical fitness that is several times greater than that of an ordinary person.

However, in front of the Primarch, these enhancements were like child's play.

This is not a disparagement, the gap between the Primarchs and mortals is greater than the gap between Captain America and a baby.

Even a Primarch who was not known for his combat prowess could still kill ten fully-armored Space Marines with his bare hands, even if he was attacked first.

Dorn boarded the small assault boat used for boarding and waited quietly with twenty soldiers.

"Everyone, attention! Countdown to the final battle begins in 30 seconds!"

"Enemy contact expected in 10 seconds! All departments immediately implement anti-impact deployment! Repeat, immediately implement anti-impact deployment!"

"Assault team, launch sequence enters final countdown! 60 seconds left!"

Dorn did not personally command the fleet. Despite his rich theoretical experience, he wisely chose not to interfere with the tactical deployment of the Invert Navy.

Dorn believes that there is always a gap between theoretical theory and actual combat.

Moreover, the Empire's naval battles are too boring.

Under the protection of the void shield, even the most violent volleys of light spears and macro cannon bombardments are like scratching an itch.

The fleets of both sides often have to fight in the void for several days before they can achieve results. This long and boring war of attrition is really extremely exhausting to people's patience.

Now it's time to board the ship.

Boarding, a practice during the ancient Terran sailing age, was known in military terminology as boarding warfare, which typically involved using numerical superiority to crush the enemy.

But 30K's boarding has nothing to do with this. The military term for it should be called a decapitation operation.

Even in the interstellar age, decapitation remains one of the most effective tactics.

Boarding battles have always been a classic example of Space Marines defeating the enemy with fewer troops.